Got an email from the accommodation people yesterday, asking us to take a look at some properties on their website and indicate any we’re interested in . . .K was in hysterics because I’d misread the address of our first choice, and thought it was on “Girthy Street.”
Have emailed to ask which floor some of the flats are on – hopefully our top choice will not be on the ground floor. Also, K, who initially looked on the tomato project as an endearing eccentricity to be tolerated as best he could, insists that we ask whether the flats have any south facing windows, in order to maximise tomato potential next spring. I think he’s now more interested in the plants than I am! I just want to eat the buggers, whereas he looks on the whole thing as a labour of love. Last night, I even caught him talking to them as I came out of the shower!